Chapter 350: Wishful thinking
On the fire stood the black clay pot, which was tumbling and the fragrance of the pot filled the cave. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Lin Wan, Feng Wu, and Qingtong sat around the fire, staring at the venison and mushrooms tumbling in the clay pot. Unconsciously his eyes lit up and he swallowed saliva.
"I think it's ready to eat. Feng Wu waited a little impatiently, picked up the wooden chopsticks and quickly picked up a piece of venison that came out of the water.
After blowing, Feng Wu fed the meat into his mouth, chewed hard, frowned in annoyance, and said, "I have to cook it for a while, it's not rotten enough." ”
Lin Wan also propped his chin with a disappointed face, stared at the clay pot, and continued to wait.
After cooking for a while, Lin Wan couldn't help it, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, took a piece of mushroom and fed it to his mouth, it was so hot that he blew it, then chewed it, swallowed it, nodded again and again, and said, "It's delicious, it's very fresh." ”
As he spoke, he scooped himself a small bowl of soup, blowing and drinking at the same time, a mouthful of soup in the mouth, flowing between his lips and teeth, fragrant and delicious, simply indescribable. The venison has also been cooked, the meat is tender, and the original flavor of the venison is maintained, and the flavor of the mushrooms is absorbed.
Fengwu and Qingtong also scooped a bowl of each and drank the soup to their contentment.
"Wind girl, can you scoop a bowl for Zaiya?" a hoarse male voice suddenly sounded behind them.
Feng Wu was stunned, and slowly turned around, only to see that Miao Feihong had woken up, sitting behind him, looking at himself with a smile, and there was clearly a strong affection in his eyes.
"Miao, Brother Miao......" Feng Wu's voice trembled a little, and as soon as his hand was released, the bowl in his hand fell straight down.
Miao Feihong hurriedly stretched out his hand and fished out the soup bowl that Feng Wu had just drunk two sips in his hand, smiled faintly, and said, "Thank you, Miss Feng." ”
As he spoke, Miao Feihong took the chopsticks in Feng Wu's hand and ate them himself.
The chopsticks in Fengwu's hand were taken away by Miao Feihong, and he came to his senses. Seeing Miao Feihong drinking soup with his used chopsticks and bowls, it was so natural, as if it were taken for granted. I can't help but feel a wonderful feeling in my heart, so soft, so sweet.
Miao Feihong was already hungry, and a small bowl of venison soup was quickly finished. raised his head, looked at Feng Wu, who had been looking at him in a daze, hooked his lips and smiled, and said, "Miss Feng, can you scoop another bowl of soup under you?"
Feng Wu nodded slightly, took the bowl in Miao Feihong's hand, turned around and scooped him a full bowl. After scooping it up, I realized that there was not much left in the pot. raised his eyes to look at Lin Wan and Qingtong, with an apologetic face.
Lin Wan shook his head with a smile and said, "Qingtong and I have already eaten, and the rest is for you and Brother Miao." ”
Feng Wu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and handed the bowl to Miao Feihong.
Miao Feihong took the bowl, looked at the venison in the bowl, and handed it back to Feng Wu, and said, "Miss Feng, I am recovering from a serious illness, and I can't eat too much indigestible meat, so please help me eat some, okay?"
Feng Wu was stunned, not knowing whether what Miao Feihong said was true or false, turned his head to look at Lin Wan, and asked silently.
Lin Wan smiled and nodded slightly, giving Feng Wu a positive answer. However, I was secretly sighing in my heart, and sure enough, the IQ of a woman in love had decreased. This venison is so badly cooked, how can it be so indigestible?"
Feng Wu obediently took the bowl, ate some of the venison in the bowl, left a few pieces, handed it back to Miao Feihong, and said, "Eat a few pieces of venison, it should still be okay, you should make up for your injuries." ”
Miao Feihong took the bowl, smiled slightly, and thanked: "Thank you Miss Feng, Miss Feng has a heart." ”
It was a very common sentence, but it was sweet to the heart, and the white cheeks and small tips of the ears were also dyed with pink red clouds.
Miao Feihong looked at Feng Wu's shy little face, and couldn't help but move in his heart, and he was stunned for a while.
After a long time, Lin Wan sighed lightly, stood up, and said, "Qingtong, you have eaten a little too much, let's go out for a walk and eliminate our food." ”
Qingtong hurriedly stood up knowingly and said, "Yes, miss, it just so happens that I am also going to pick up some dead branches and come back." ”
Lin Wan and Qingtong pretended to walk out of the cave, and secretly laughed in their hearts, these two really looked at each other?
Feng Wu didn't think about it so much, and was only immersed in the joy of Miao Feihong's awakening.
Miao Feihong finished drinking the broth, and Feng Wu drank the remaining broth in the clay pot, and cleaned up the dishes, chopsticks and clay pot.
Feng Wu was busy alone, always trying to find something to do, but when everything was done, he still had to sit down and sit side by side with Miao Feihong around the fire.
Miao Feihong looked at Feng Wu, who was a little restrained, smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Can I call you Ah Wu?"
Feng Wu was stunned, glanced at Miao Feihong's gentle gaze, quickly turned his face away, nodded, and his little face turned even redder.
Miao Feihong was even more sure in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Ah Wu, I have been in a coma for a whole day, and I have been half-dreaming and half-awake, dreaming that you are in danger for a while, and dreaming that you are by my side for a while, I also feel you holding me, and I know that you are feeding me medicine and soup." There is only one belief in my heart, I will wake up soon, and I can't make you sad. ”
Feng Wu slowly turned his head, looked at Miao Feihong in a daze, looked at his affectionate and painful eyes, and there seemed to be a turbulent wave roaring in his heart.
Miao Feihong continued: "Every time I see you, you are so beautiful, beautiful and straightforward. You are so cold on the outside, but you are so kind-hearted, and in the most critical moment, you still want to save others. My heart was conquered by you little by little, and I finally knew what kind of woman I wanted, and it was my lifelong partner. ”
Although Feng Wu had long felt Miao Feihong's feelings for him, he had never heard such an emotional confession, and no one had ever said himself so well.
However, Miao Feihong's words were not finished, his face was blank, and he said slowly and seriously: "Ah Wu, I don't have such a good family background, I don't have a noble background and family, and I can't even give you a stable future, I am still a thief wanted by the government." He paused, his eyes full of confidence, and continued: "But, if you are willing to wait for me, I will definitely let you see my success, and I will make you proud of me, do you believe me?"
Feng Wu looked at Miao Feihong's expectant gaze in a daze, the heaviness in that gaze made her want to escape, she wanted to look away, she wanted to leave his overly hot gaze. However, she was powerless to escape, she could only look at Miao Feihong's eyes motionlessly, but she didn't know how to answer.
After a long time, Miao Feihong smiled self-deprecatingly and said sadly: "I understand, it's my wishful thinking." After speaking, he hung his head gloomily.
Feng Wu panicked and blurted out: "Brother Miao, I believe you ......" (to be continued.) )